Attic

I really like the attic in my house. It is so spacious. Lots of room to play and jump and run, without getting into trouble. Actually the attic is my room. I know that 'D&D' would like to think of it as theirs, but it really isn't. It's my play room. It has some very soft pillows there, and I love to nap on them. There is only one thing I really don't care of about the room. It is those stupid ceiling fans. I find myself looking at them .... watching them. I sometimes catch my head, moving in a circle as I follow the spinning blades. Enough to make me dizzy and stagger around the room as if was a beer junkie. It's different when I spin around chasing my own tail. That is exercise (and fun). But watching those spinning blades, well its annoying. And yet I cannot stop myself from doing that. I don't want to watch them, I have too. It's in my nature. I think you humans understand that. It's like when you humans see a vehicle accident ... you don't really want to look - but you have to.